Immoral Compass

God dammit you're fucking draining You hurt my ears, leave them ringing You're killing every last brain cell, you got my tears raining God dammit you're so fucking draining You are so exhausting, just leave me be Stop writing half hearted songs about me They're not even good, try writing a riff with chords Cause playing two notes on repeat is getting old, I'm bored And your lyrics my god, Ever heard of a metaphor When you try they're half baked, when you don't they're horrid So next time you write a song about me Leave out the drum puns and try to cut deep Cause as it is your immoral compass is broken Leading you in the direction of the mute and misspoken God dammit you're fucking draining You hurt my ears, leave them ringing You're killing every last brain cell, you got my tears raining God dammit you're fucking draining You are an incessant example of privilege let loose So write another song, hide behind another excuse You're not witty, you're not cool, you're not anything special You're just a rich little girl who is naïve and judgmental I mean what do flowers and canines even have in common Can't you just leave me be, I mean c'mon man I didn't do anything to you for two fucking years I let shit be, you were in the rear view mirror You just had to stir the hornets nest, you had to act restless I guess I have to teach you, actions have consequences God dammit you're fucking draining You hurt my ears, leave them ringing You're killing every last brain cell, you got my tears raining God dammit you're so fucking draining You're so fucking draining You're fucking draining You're fucking draining You're fucking draining